Page 87 of Jackass

“I’m a mom, Jingles. It’s our superpower.”

“My parents never knew.”

I laid a hand on his arm. “They were shit parents then.”

He looked over at me and smiled.

“Yea, they were shit parents.”

“One Manhattan, coming up. What about your—” Grace stopped talking, and her mouth hung open. “Is that Jingles? Holy shit!”

Johnny looked up from his spot at the end of the bar. He just stared. I could see he wanted to say something, but being a prospect and not a patched brother, it would cost him.

“Not a word, prospect,” Jingles growled.

Placing my drink on a napkin before moving over, Grace purred when she asked Jingles, “Where have you been hiding all of that?” Her hand made a circular motion in front of Jingles’ chest.

“Don’t start, Grace.”

She handed him a beer and leaned on the bar, her chin in her hands. She batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly.

“Are you trying to get me killed, woman? Knock it off,” he hissed before taking a drink.

“Eh, fuck him,” she said with a shrug, and then grabbed the rag on her shoulder and wiped down the bar.

“Wait, fuck who?” I asked. “What don’t I know?”

“Nothing. There is nothing to know,” Grace said.

Jingles and Johnny both scoffed. My gaze switched back andforth between the two. “Who? Oh! Seriously?”

“No,” Grace said, pointing her finger at me. “Nothing happened, and nothing ever will. He’s an asshole.”

I rolled my lips between my teeth to stop myself from laughing. “Oh my God, that’s why you got upset that night…” I started, pointing at the stools we sat on a few months back. Grace wasn’t happy when she found out Beck had ridden on the back of King’s bike. She hadn’t been told yet that Beck was King’s niece.

“Shut it, Sam.”

“What? Why did she get upset?” Jingles asked. He appeared excited to have some gossip.

“None of your business!” Grace challenged. “Girl code!”

Shit, she was right.

“Sorry, Jingles.”

“Prospect, do you know what they’re talking about?”

Johnny’s eyes widened. Oh, he knew alright. He looked at Grace, then Jingles. then back at Grace. Fear in his eyes.

“Not a word, Johnny.”

“Prospect—” Just then, Jingles’ phone rang, giving Johnny a reprieve. “Watch her,” he commanded, pointing at me.

Jingles stepped outside to answer his phone, and I sat there alone, my chin resting on my hand.

“Hi there.” I sat up, turning to the voice.

“Hello,” I replied politely.